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A/N: This is a story devoted to a very special person, he's my Scott and I love him dearly. Hope you all like it anyway. Set in Evo – but about ten years later.

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Telepathic Angel: No you're not weird! Never think that for such a bad reason, lol, it happens to us all. Thankies, Nathan needs more words! But I can't give him them apart from in thoughts! AHH!

jacx: I didn't mean to make you cry, honest, but aww hands a tissue and yeah, he knows more now, so we can but hope.

slickboy444: Your reviews are enough hun, honestly! You shall see how she discovers it… Trying to write as fast as possible for you guys.

BookJunkie: The language is Basque, Oroitz is a masculine name which means 'memories'. I thought it would fit well.

jenskott: All I can say is Remy is hopeless, and they're both strange with emotion so they needed it.

Wen1: Thanks! I will!

Diaz F: Sowwie… hangs head in shame Yeah, she was. Totally weird huh? There is reason! I promise.

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My thanks are done, and complete. I give you this chapter and hope the offering is enough.

"Oroitz…memories."

Pressing his fingertips together, he leaned back. The woman opposite him watched every movement waiting for some kind of answer. Professor Xavier looked at her curiously.

"Where did you get this Jean, this information?"

"I don't know, it seemed to explode in my mind, from no where. Since two weeks ago tomorrow."

"Could it be that you need to look over your memories before moving on and attending the ceremony tomorrow morning?"

Jean shook her head lightly and a frown crossed her face. She folded her hands in her lap and began to consider his words. "I…I guess it could be. I hadn't thought of it like that. It's just it's been hitting me every night just before I sleep and just as I wake. I see Scott, Professor, I see him alone and it hurts me to see him that way."

"Jean, you must remember it all before tomorrow, or possibly tomorrow could be the end of it all. Nathan needs you Jean, you cannot chase the fantasy that he might be alive. You saw what happened, you felt your link darken and you surely know he would never leave you."

Charles was harsh, but firm. He knew what it was like to love and lose it. He didn't understand the amount of pain true, but he still knew something of it. Due to this he understood that the ones who tiptoed around the affected person or persons were regarded in contempt and were thought not to understand.

"Yes Professor. I will move on, at the service. I'll try. Thank you." She got up and walked silently from his office.

Building her shields as high as they would go, she decided there was one last thing she would try before trying to move on. Nodding to herself in determination, Jean Summers made up her mind.

Logan, Ororo and Hank were already discussing her predicament, she felt it whenever she passed them, or she spoke to them, both individually and together. This was comforting, yet annoying. She needed their support, she did really, but she also needed their trust. She could do this, she could, without their planning behind her back and talking in hushed whispers. That was what bugged her. That was what hurt.

She stopped suddenly and leant against the wall. Dizzy, blurred pain, loss, emptiness, love? Where were these emotions coming from…

Scott wrestled against his bindings and slumped back, exhausted. He had remembered her, his parents, his family, his friends. But not how they had met, the events. He remembered his name which meant more to him now than it had ever done.

"No more…I've taken enough… I need to go home… Please…"

Flames surrounded him and his eyes stung like crazy. "ALEX!"

His head slumped forward and the man with only names found he remembered his childhood. "A crash? A plane crash ended it all? WHY? WHY DID I HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT FIRST! WHY NOT JEAN GODDAMMIT!"

A dry sob broke from him and his binding's slackened. The bag his 'mother' had packed lay next to him, emptied out and charred. Scott looked up and saw a face looking at him.

"I'm going to help you Scott. My name is Charles Xavier."

"P-P-Professor? Argh!"

A pain suddenly shot through his head and he found the binding's were gone, but he was in the middle of an alley way, with a man in a wheelchair. He realised he could see and touched beneath his eyes curiously. They had stopped burning. A head appeared from behind a short feral looking man.

"Hi. I'm Jean."

Jean, can you hear me…?

The girl looked startled and smiled at him. "Wanna play a game?"

"This didn't happen this way."

"What?" Jean looked confused. "What didn't?"

"We weren't here… I met you at the mansion, the Professor's home. We met there."

Another face appeared, this one with white hair. "Good boy Scott. Come on, we'll take you home."

Scott hesitated and looked at the people around him, friends, love, father figure. He looked at Jean with loving eyes and took in her full beauty, not tainted by red. Smiling to himself he stood up and looked down at the younger version of the woman he loved.

"Your eyes are beautiful, you are beautiful. Never let anyone say otherwise. But I can't go with you."

"What? Why Scott?" Six claws popped from the silent man's hands as Jean stepped forward and tugged on Scott's hand.

"Because you aren't my life. You are a false memory. I'd love to believe things were like this, but they weren't. I have to find my own way home."

Xavier looked at him sternly. "Scott, you could live among Oroitz, don't you want to do that?"

"Live among shadows of people? Memories I made and give up making anymore, just so I live forever in the past?"

Turning on his heel, Scott Summers looked away from Jean Grey, Charles Xavier, Ororo Monroe and Logan. He smiled at the alley that had but a pinprick of light at the other end. "I'd rather go home to my family. They need me. Can't you hear him calling me?"

"Who?" Logan asked gruffly.

"My son, Logan. Mine and Jean's son, Nathan Christopher Charles Summers, and the only guy that I'd die to see him laugh once, or give me a winning smile. There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear him say to me in person what he's calling me by now."

"What's that?" the memory of Ororo whispered.

Dada…

Scott projected the words he felt his son send to the memories as it echoed loudly in Nathan's own mind and bubbled from his mouth.

"Dada, Dada? Mama! MAMA! MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!"

He screamed excitedly feeling his daddy 'hear' him. Nathan smiled and cooed loudly, picking up a few of his toys telekinetically and flinging them at the door to try and make his mommy come faster. Of course, nearly all missed, as he didn't quite know what he was doing. It was fun to do it though, fun fun fun, Uncie Logan had moved quick quick and Uncle Kurt had gone BAM and catch and BAM and that had been funny. Where was mommy?

"MAMA!"

Nathan, stop yelling, I'm coming honey

Quieting down at her comforting voice, Nathan put one of his feet in his mouth and watched the door intently. Really things weren't too bad, just confusing. Mommy was happier with herselfness and the other grown ups were being nicer than ever and yet daddy wasn't back still.

"Nate, what's wrong?" Jean hurried into the room and smiled at him, lifting him from his cot gently.

"Dada, Mama, Dada!" he tried to tell her, but he didn't know how.

"Yes Nate," Jean rocked him slowly, "It's okay. We're going to do things properly. Just a few more hours little one, a few more hours."

He screwed up his face as she put him back in his bed and patted his temples crudely with his palms, trying to show her where Dada was.

"Dada!" He screamed, patting his head. "Mama, Dada!"

Jean watched him and thought he must be missing him, although the fact he was hitting himself scared her. She reached across and took his hands, brushing his temples as she did so. As if hit by an electric shock, she let go and eyed Nathan suspiciously.

"What are you doing Nate… why are you doing this…"

Jean… Nathan… I'm coming home

The pregnant woman looked at her son in horror. "How can you do this…Mimic your father, how do you know the words?"

"Mama…" Nathan said quietly and stopped showing her, he thought it would help. He thought she'd have been happy.

Moving back to him again, Jean kissed one of his hands. "Of course, my projecting, wishing affects you. I'm so sorry honey. It's just, mommy feels a little tired and tomorrow's a big big day for us. Let's get some sleep, okay?"

Nathan watched her actions and put his head down, knowing that's what she wanted to see. He closed his eyes and heard her get up and go to her own bed. Why wouldn't she see, why couldn't she listen to daddy… he was coming home… Exhausted by the efforts he had made, the little boy fell into a deep sleep and curled his fingers around the pair of sunglasses that his mommy had given him when daddy had first gone away. They reflected red onto his cot and made him feel like daddy was already home.

Hid daddy was trying his hardest, trying to get home faster, now he remembered his son and wife. He steadfastly looked ahead, waiting for some glimpse of home on the horizon. Voices echoed around him, but Scott could ignore them. They were just memories, ghosts of memories, trying to hold him back. Oroitz.

"I'm coming home, Jean I promise."

A voice suddenly materialised in the form of a woman he knew too well. "But where are you coming home from Scott? How get you go home if you don't know where you are?"

He froze and looked at the figure. "I just can. I know I can. I can find my way. I have you, I mean her to guide me."

The ghost memory giggled and held out her treasure. "Hold him Scott, tell me you don't want to stay here with me forever."

Scott looked at the baby she held out and a small smile crossed his face. He spoke gently. "Jean… don't you want me to go home and help him grow up?"

A frown crossed her face and she drew the memory of their son back into her arms. "Scott, how can you ask me that? I won't see it. I'm a memory, one of yours. I'll never be with you apart from in that memory, ever again."

A tinge of guilt hit Scott unexpectedly and he met his wife's memory's eyes. "But we'll always have this memory. Always, so you always have me."

Tears formed on both sides and 'Jean' appeared closer to him and kissed his eyelids as he closed his eyes. She stepped back and looked at him carefully. "That's what makes you special Scott, what makes us special. We have forever."

Smiling, Scott looked at her. He couldn't believe the acceptance of this memory, compared to the brutality of others. She was indeed a memory of Jean, one that truly held her essence.

"I'll tell you where you are my love." She said as her eyes flicked back to her baby. "You're at home Scott, you're standing in our home. Just not physically. You travelled through a strange kind of vortex. You had to relive who you were, and understand why you are who you are. Then you could accept this. Accept what you had done for them all and return."

You can hear him can't you… Scott, what does he say now, please, tell me

"He says Dada and Mama Jean, he knows who we are."

Thank you, it means a lot Ghost eyes filled with ghost tears and the ghost baby ghost cried. Jean soothed him and smiled. We're memories, ghosts of your past. But we're still here to help you Scott, we hold emotion and continue to wonder what happens next

Nodding, Scott looked around. "I'll make good memories so you find out. I'll do my best for you."

"You always do." She smiled. "I wish I could help more, but you have to find out how to return to them physically Scott, I only know where you are, as it is my home, my realm, under your mother of course. I know the reasons through her. Remember us sometime in fondness Scott, please."

As she faded from sight, Scott felt a warm sensation rush through him. He knew where he was, he knew where he had to be, and he knew he could make it. "I promised. I won't break it Jean."

…break it Jean

She sat up hearing him in her mind, their link losing it's spark as fast as it came. Shaking violently, she got up and went to the bathroom. Coming back she looked at Nathan sleeping peacefully. Still in shock, Jean lay down and closed her eyes. 'I heard you, you said something, you were alive, for a moment, you were home.'

Opening her eyes, she smiled and decided to try her plan as she now had new hope. Scott, Scott answer me. Please. If you can hear me

All was silent and Jean bit back her anxiety. She tried again, and again, and again, but nothing. She had slept for six hours, now it was seven am. Three hours until they had to try and relive the memories, to return to normal life. Three more hours for him to return. Three hours for hope. Jean rolled onto her side and lay more comfortably, rubbing her stomach gently, reassuring herself and the baby they were okay. Life would be okay. He had three hours, if he was alive. Then he would be acknowledged as dead. And death was a hard thing to overcome. Phoenix knew that, Jean knew that. Scott shouldn't have to. Two and three quarter hours to go.

There we go people, two and three quarter hours. Will he make it or not?

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